Hope

Yoga Class Critique I went to a Vinyasa flow yoga class up in . When I got there, there was a sign on the door telling us to take our shoes off. I took off my shoes and went inside the class and there were mirrors on both sides of the room, it was dark, everyone was chatting, and there were candles all over the room. It was a very relaxing environment for me. While I was setting up my yoga mat the instructor was very friendly, asking if I had done yoga before, and just generally chatting. When everyone showed up we started our breathing. We then started the class with a sun salutation. We went through the class and it was a very good workout. It got very hot in the room very quickly, even though there were only six people attending.
When we had gone through most of the class, our instructor taught us a new pose called “the raven”. She was very calming and relaxed throughout the class, and helped us do the poses correctly. She prompted us to do the poses using both the names, and giving us instruction on how to position our bodies. She was very helpful, especially for someone who doesn’t know many poses. At the end of the class as I was getting ready to leave, our instructor was chatting with everyone and was very friendly. Overall I really enjoyed this class experience. I was worked hard, but my mind was very relaxed. It was a friendly environment and a fantastic workout. I was sore for three days! The other people in the class knew how they wanted to adjust their poses in order to fit their bodies. I hope one day I will be able to know how to do that too.…...

Similar Documents

...For many parents the “American Dream” means leaving the world knowing their children will have it easier than they did. But how far can a hope drive you and how hard will you work for it. Ironically in Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman William Loman’s quest for the American dream leads to his defeat. He often becomes depressed and filled with envy and regret due to his self-deluded perspective of becoming successful. Isn’t weird how a prosperous harmless dream can lead a man into turmoil?
Willy’s way of over working to show his sons the proper work ethic to becoming rich only hurt them because he was continued telling them that being well liked will get you the farthest in the race to prosperity. Willy, often not home to watch the effects of his advice leads his children to take their own interpretations of his counsel. In the Death of a Salesman Willy’s over exertion in his job takes him far from what he calls fulfillment. In Act 2 Willy argues with Charley, stating that naming his past bosses’ son (Howard), should have value and could persuade Howard toward moving Willy closer to New York. Charley, in contrast, tells him that in sales no one cares about naming children. This shows how sentimental he has made his occupation and how far he has thrown himself into fulfilling the “American Dream”.
With so much stress and no one to share the load, Mr. Loman needed support from the family. Sadly on the road that isn’t always possible, “The Woman” was only one he could seem......

...HOPE
I have a picture in my head, sometimes I feel like it’s just an illusion, a smoke that disappears as soon as it comes, other times I feel like it’s so real I can actually touch it. It’s this dream I’ve had since watching my family wallow in abject poverty during childhood. It was so bad that I came home from school one day to the two roomed apartment where my parent myself and my only sibling lived, to find out it looked a little bigger-- my mom was gone so also all her belongings and the only black and white television we had, yeah she was really gone I was shocked to my bones, you watch some movies and you see parents fight for the custody of the child this was not the case, my mom gladly left us behind, apparently, we’ll be a burden to her finding a better life, whatever happened to the “for better for worse, in sickness and health for richer for poorer till death do us apart” that she made to my father not so long ago, what about we the children she couldn’t even think to take at least me along, no matter how much I’d hate to leave my father I would have still gone but why cry over spilled milk, she’s gone never to return home again. After seeing my father whom I considered to be one of the strongest men in my life break down and cry like the whole world had come crumbling down on him, I knew I was done for, but that was as far as it went, as the saying goes whatever does not break you will only make you stronger, that was exactly what happened, my dad......

...Hope is something everyone needs. To be without hope is to have a dismal future. Without hope, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Hope is something that everyone needs when there is nothing they can do in a seemingly miserable situation. I was placed in this position not too long ago.
It was like any other day, I was walking home from school with my siblings. When I entered through the front door, I instantly felt a sense of tension in the air. My mom, older brother, aunt, uncle, and grandparents were all sitting in the living room, with looks of weightiness upon their faces. My mother told me and my little brothers to have a seat next to her. We sat down and she grabbed my hand, then she told me the horrible news. She told us that she had Cervical Cancer. The announcement struck my heart to the core, the tears started to gradually fall from my eyes. Those were the tears of a broken heart. They started flowing until there are no more tears left to express my pain. Once I finally stop crying my mother gave me big hug and looked at me and said everything was going to be okay. From that day on I told myself that would be her rock, and she could depend on me.
Months have passed, and I have gone to every surgery and chemotherapy appointment my mother has had. The first month had went by like a breeze, it really did seem like she was going to come out of this healthier than she went in. As the second month started to approach, I started seeing changes in my mom. She...

...Final Project – Hope in the Heartland
Introduction
Moore is a city in Cleveland County, Oklahoma, United States and is part of the Oklahoma City metropolitan area. The population was 55,081 at the 2010 census, making it the seventh largest city in the state of Oklahoma. Oklahoma is the 46th state, located in the West South Central part of the United States. It is the 28th most populous of the 50 United States. The name is derived from the Choctaw words okla and humma meaning “red people” (Baird, & Danney, 1994).
On the afternoon of May 20, 2013 an EF5 tornado that struck Moore, Oklahoma, and adjacent areas on the afternoon of May 20, 2013, with peak winds estimated at 210 miles per hour, killing 23 people and injuring 377 others. The storm first struck near Newcastle, Oklahoma, at 2:56 p.m. CDT Monday, 16 minutes after the first warnings went out, according to the National Weather Service. Moore residents had another 30 to 40 minutes before the massive storm entered the western part of the city. On the east side of Moore, Briarwood Elementary was damaged, but everyone made it out alive. At Plaza Towers Elementary, about 75 students and staff members were hunkered down when the tornado struck. Several died at the school, including a number of children. The building was reduced to just a few walls. Moore Medical Center was also hit. It went from a two-story building to a one story and was not able to be occupied.
...

...Hope
Hope is what keeps us moving on even though everything may seem to be lost. Hope is like a light in the tunnel, showing us the way out of the dark and unpleasant place. Hope is what changed my life forever that fateful night…
Ever since that incident, I had been confined in a wheelchair, always needing to depend on others for support. I had lost all hope that time, thinking that I was never going to stand and use my own legs again. I hated everything, including myself, having to depend on someone for something as simple as going to the washroom. I had become resentful, blaming everything on others. I cannot even imagine that I would ever be able to stand on my two feet again. All the doors seem to close on me, trapping me in that small pitch black room.
That day, I was sitting on my wheelchair as always and staring into space. I tried to stand to grab a book on the top shelf but failed and tumbled down onto the floor. The thought that I could not do anything without anyone’s help made my vision blur. I started to grab anything within my reach and throw them across the room, frustrated at my inability at doing anything. I heard the door open and my mother’s sweet perfume wrapped around me. The next thing I knew was her cradling me like a baby while I cried, complaining about how the shelf was too high. I learnt that I should never do anything like that again.
While I was reading the book, I heard a knock on my window. Curious, I finally opened up the......

...LET’S HOPE
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks,
Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I
Wish my brother woulda made bail,
So I won't have to travel 6 hours to see him in jail, And I
Wish that my grandmother wasn't sick,
Or that we would just come up on some stacks and hit a lick, And I
Wish my homies wouldn't have to suffer,
When the streets get the upper hand on us and we lose a brother, And I
Wish I could go deep in the zone,
And lift the spirits of the world with the words within this poem, And I
Wish I could teach a could teach a soul to fly,
Take away the pain out cha hands and help you hold them high, And I
Wish My hommie Butch was still alive
And on the day of his death we had never took that ride, And I
Wish that God could protect us from the wrong,
so all the soldiers that were sent overseas come home.
we would never break,
though they devastate,
We shall motivate,
And we gotta pray, all we got is faith.
Instead of thinking about who gonna die to day,
The Lord is gonna help you feel better, so you ain't gotta cry today.
Sit at the light so long,
...

...seems to jump out at me is the Hope and Mercy I have in Christ on a daily basis. In my mind I’m watching a movie about my life that goes back and forth in time. At times it causes me to have feeling of tenderness as I could see the Spirit of God working on my heart over the years. Then there are times of almost a gasp as to what if my family had not made certain decisions that brought me eventually to a place to accept Christ as my Lord and Savior then I would be separated from God forever. There have been times when there was the fear and emptiness of dying and being terrified of what would happens afterwards; not realizing without Jesus I was on my way to hell. Jesus was and is my HOPE and by His love he showed me MERCY by dying on the cross and redeeming me.
I. Part One
a. Theological Definition:
Hope: hope is an indication of certainty. Hope means a strong and confident expectation. Hope stresses two things: futurity, and invisibility. It deals with things we can’t see or haven’t received or both. Bible.org/article/hope. The Webster’s definition is not so strong, it says Hope is something to happen or be true or think that is could happen or be true.
b. Biblical Foundation:
The bible calls Him “The God of Hope, In Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit”. He is the foundation of our hope and outside of him there is no hope. Psalms 62:5 says, My......

...Lim, Beatriz Jilliyanne February 06, 2015
Tabuga, Janneke Ross Nicole
“Hope in a hopeless situation”
My uncle grew up in a poor family, but in the age of 25 he started to become successful in his business. He then married and had 2 children. Last year was an emotional breakdown for him, and his family and friends. First, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable. Then, he slowly lost his appetite in every meal. So he decided to see the doctor, only to find out the he has cancer in his lungs and brain. He had kidney cancer before, and he decided then to remove the infected kidney, so the virus of the cancer would be removed fully. But it is actually impossible to remove the entire cancer virus. After his surgery, he continued to his daily routine and eating habits. Until today, he has cancer again, only this time, much worse. As they say, when the cancer virus goes to the brain it is considered as stage four cancers. He would use up half a million of his money every month for his medicine alone, his flights to Manila, China, and Hong Kong for his regular check-ups and Chemotherapy aren’t included yet.
On February 04, 2015 evening after dinner, I asked him “Was there a time that you lost hope after finding out that you has cancer?” He looked puzzled, for I asked him this question out of the blue, then he answered with his rusty voice “Honestly, yes. I wasn’t ready to go and I was so afraid of death, imagining myself lying in the bed, sleeping forever. I was thinking how I...

...Hope
Demi Lewis
LDS Business College
Hope requires faith and faith requires action, life can seem hard and unjust sometimes but never stop hoping. Learn to follow your heart and be brave no matter the circumstance. Heavenly Father is on your side.
This semester came and went in a blink of an eye, but as it did I was changed along the way. Since the first day of class I thought I was comfortable and confident in who I was becoming as an individual. Although as naturally imperfect beings we can be wrong sometimes. I was wrong this time, the person I was becoming was not constantly aware of the way other people felt when communicating. As one of my weaknesses I tend to judge group settings and make an overall assumption they all feel the same way. Yet this class taught me differently, it taught me that although some people in the group can feel a certain way, not all. Through the semesters’ teaching’s I am now able to read these situations much clearly now. Also I appreciated getting to know everyone s strengths it made me help to look outside of the individual I was talking to and more in depth to who they are. It made me look at them and understand why they were feeling that way. I even began to use it outside of school, to wonder what strengths they had and maybe that's why we clashed. This class has taught me a great deal of looking at an individual carefully and understanding them first before making assumptions.
The strengths test gave me much insight......

...Present is Now, Optimism is How
I have cried for the world's sorrows, laughed at its joys and been swept away by its
endless beauty. I have touched brisk mountain tops and paced tranquil ocean floors. I have
witnessed the strength of countless men and women and become part of communities I did not
know existed. I fell in love with life and humanity. All this because I jumped.
In Hope Against Hope: Three Schools, One City, and the Struggle to Educate America’s
Children by Sarah Carr, Geraldlynn says, “I’m not going to go to college as soon as I get out of
high school… It’s gonna be a long four years, I want a year off” (Carr 216). The Dillard student
guide, Bianca, responded to Geraldlynn’s remark with concern. My mother reacted similarly
when she discovered that I wanted to postpone my matriculation into Tulane. Many educators
tout taking a gap year, saying that kids who step off after high school to work, travel, volunteer
or explore other interests are more mature when they arrive at college and more engaged in their
education going forward. Like Geraldlynn, the thought of four more years of arduous classes and
strenuous exams seemed unappealing to me. I believe that 18 is an ideal age to explore the
world, reflect on personal goals, and prepare to take the next purposeful step in life. Ultimately I
did not end up taking a gap year, however, it will be a long-lasting regret.
After reading Geraldlynn’s comment about delaying college, I reminisced to the time
...

...mindless enough to be satisfied with little, and can be relied on not to be troublesome.
Winston Smith recognises that only the proles have the potential for rebellion. Because the masses are relatively free, whereas his own life is rigourously controlled, they could seize the opportunity to rise up and overthrow the oppressive state. The 'swarming disregarded masses' could overwhelm the ruling minority if they acted consciously.
Unfortunately for Winston's hope, it is clear that the proles do not act consciously, at least, not in the sense he desires. The incident which sets him alive with hope turns out to be not the stirring of rebellion against the Party, but merely a frustrated reaction to the short supply of some tawdry saucepans. It appears that the ruling Party's (and Goldstein's) disregard for the proles is based in fact: they are not capable of rebellion, for their thoughts and aspirations are simply on too low a level for them to achieve the kind of goals Winston has in mind.
Orwell displays Winston's hopes for the proles as "a mystical truth and a palpable absurdity". Indeed, it seems to be both a common intellectual conceit, and true, that 'the masses' lack the capacity for inspired rebellion. Although Orwell himself believed in equality, he was obviously aware that most people will settle for what they have.
The proles within Oceania's society are therefore the unimportant majority. They also exist within the novel in order to provide a contrasting......

...The House of Hope and Direction of a Life Changing Event 1
The House of Hope and Direction of a Life Changing Event
Ian Augustin
ORG 300 – Applying Leadership Principles
Colorado State University – Global Campus
PROF. Hassan Mazaheri
January 12, 2016
THE HOUSE OF HOPE AND DIRECTION OF A LIFE CHANGING EVENT 2
The House of Hope and Direction of a Life Changing Event
The time that I have applied leadership and an immense amount of communication is when my family and I head down to Mexico on a missions trip. Once a year we pack our bags and head across borders driving a total of 16 hours, going into the heart of Mexico we drive through Chihuahua City arriving at a little town called Anahuac. Inside Anahuac is an orphanage called “Casa de la Esperanza,” it is filled with laughter and a second chance for kids who never got the attention and love they deserved. This orphanage has roughly 40-70 kids a year ranging in size, age, and backgrounds you would never wish on anyone. Hearing some of these children’s stories and where they came from would never reflect on who they were on the inside, all these kids want is love and friendship and they would quickly give it back. The very first time we arrived at Casa a lot was going through my mind, since this was a new experience that was out of my comfort zone. I felt times like these really help expand and push limits of leadership and communication that benefit and support a......

...Only Hope
INTRODUCTION:
“……………..Unless I can stop this feeling and made the best caffeine of drug! I need to exhale and inhale! I proposed to live longer and be with….. But I guess I shouldn’t! I’m mistakable! I irritate while that happen… Rumors and flings. Accidentally I fell…. Am I still take this chance to be with him or go away and live my life in darkest?”
>>>>>Airielle Hoover
“I am still doing the right for you. Don’t worry I will be there though you making me fastened and lice. Remember me! Begging you to please give me chance Airielle. “
>>>>>Austine Curl Xiu
The reason why people hated to be with someone is that, they cannot find themselves a private way to express their own emotions and expressions. Other people might says, “Better to be with someone who will make you happy”, what if the reason why you prefer to be alone is that someone who you want to be with is always ignoring you when you need his help or let say his affection and belongingness is not unto you. What if every time you go for, is just like you’re a wind and crap to that person? How can you stay and find time to reassure that he will give you more time to talk with your problems or flaws either? How should you see yourself to be trapped and when you fall asleep the only thing you can imagine is your already dead without knowing and feel it? Life is really unfair and so ridiculous, you cannot find your way and purpose to anyone’s life and you always......

...Hopes and Aspirations
We all have dreams. They are our hopes and aspirations. We all dreams of something, whether it be growing up to be rich and famous, marrying that one person of our dreams, or anything else we wish to accomplish. Dreams are the pleasant images that pass through our mind during slumber. The bottom line is we all have dreams and one day we hope to accomplish them
For the most part people believe the cliche that dreams do come true. Obviously everyone wants their dreams to come true, because we have this impression that dreams are supposed to be these wonderful and magical visions. When we have a bad dream, we give it a totally different name, we call it a nightmare. When we have a good dream, we do not have a separate name for that. So this gives dreams a positive connotation. Most people are fine with this, and do not think anything of it. The etymology of the word actually means something quite different. The word dream originates from a German word, which actually means to deceive or delude. It also has to do with ghost or apparition. Somewhere along the way the word changed from something that had negative connotation to a more peaceful and happy word.
I do not believe that the phrase dream should keep its positive association with out having some negative side. What I find very strange is, the meaning of the German word that dream derives from is not found in any English dictionary today. It can only be found when searching for the etymology of......

...Terry? The fact sent an immense bang into my head, stabbing it with thousands of knifes.
“…..don’t keep your hopes high. In fact, there is no hope unless a donor turns up. We have already placed him on the waiting list. All you can do is wait and care for him. Or maybe you can consider putting him to sleep forever.” Something within me snapped as the words “no hope” registered. Still in a state of daze, I stumbled out of the room and to the intensive care unit. The constant beeping sound of the heart rate monitor was the only sound sharp enough to slice through the deadly silence that washed over the nauseating atmosphere.
My sixteen-year old son, Terry, laid stiffly, like a corpse if not for the steady rise and fall of his chest, across the hospital bed, white sheets pulled all the way to his chin, with lots of machines attached to him. He looked extremely vulnerable and fragile, that the slightest wind would blow him into pieces. My heart ached at the sight of this and wrenched in pain at each beeping sound. He had been so alive just a few hours ago. He still has had so many years ahead of him, supposedly. What will happen to me if he was gone? His mother died of an illness when he was one year old, leaving us, father and son, to rely on each other.
“Papa, You are my father, my friend and my hope. I love you.”
“I love you too, Terry. I am and forever will be your hope.”
Memories of a happier age came charging like a red bull. Unable to contain my emotions, I felt my......